A blizzard, a mallard, a stillborn Chinese baby speaking backwards
My peephole in the cabin, keep an eye on loggers preparing for battle
And textbooks glow like they know where we're going
But it's just a guess they planted in the pages
And flags unfurl like they know why we're sewing
A certain kind of stars into the fabric
Can't keep topping my count's bestsellers, pieced together in damp dark cellars
Flipped out fury, it's a wigged out wish
So creep creep crawl your way into the heartland
And the clocks explode, we'll sing a crooked path back to our home
We'll sing a crooked path back to our home
There is no context for this progress, a village epidemic reaches congress
An idea or a light bulb, smashed on concrete outside of the nightclub
A cat with a windchime skeleton
But it's not like he's in charge of city planning
Greet the deep sea diver as he dives within
He hides secrets behind all of the paneling
We will find him before the party resumes
Treating cape houses like Egyptian tombs
Tricked out tremors in my nervous system
Don't sink sink sink sink sink into the pavement
And the clocks explode, we'll sing a crooked path back to our home
We'll sing a crooked path back to our home, we'll sing a crooked path back to our home
Wave backwards to Ma**achusetts, we'll sing a crooked path back to our home
Wave backwards to Ma**achusetts, we'll sing a crooked path back to our home
Wave backwards to Ma**achusetts, we'll sing a crooked path back to our home
Wave backwards to Ma**achusetts, we'll sing a crooked path
Wave backwards to Ma**achusetts, we'll sing a crooked path back to our home
Wave backwards to Ma**achusetts, we'll sing a crooked path back to our home
Wave backwards to Ma**achusetts